I’m Elizabeth, a travel nurse from Canada. I came to Texas on my very first contract during the pandemic, hoping to make some money and see more of the country. When I arrived in San Antonio, I decided to download Tinder to meet some new people and have a bit of fun. As I started matching with people, I realized I couldn’t make plans without knowing my work schedule, so I held off on committing to anything.

The moment my manager sent me my first week’s schedule, I was lying in bed after a night shift. I rolled over, grabbed my phone, scrolled through my messages, and found Ryan’s profile. Without hesitation, I sent him a message: “Friday works for me!” Little did I know, that would be the last message I ever sent to another match. Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I spent all our time together, exploring San Antonio and going on the best dates.

Fast forward three years to Christmas. Ryan and I were rushing to get ready for family lunch when he suddenly called me back, saying I’d forgotten one of my gifts. I turned around to see him reaching for the bookshelf in our living room, and then he got down on one knee. I immediately covered my eyes and started crying and so did he. Thankfully, my sister was there to catch the whole moment on camera and video.